I woke up under Daddies arms. His muscular limbs kept me secure in his grip. The alarm went off and, in the few weeks since he bought me home with him we'd established a routine of me getting up to turn it off so that I could make coffee and bring it too him for him to enjoy as my head bounces on his cock.
Today was no exception. Wiggling from beneath I rolled out, still covered in his crusty jizz from the night before. As usual I went through the motions and as I was servicing him I could hear Daddie growl, he twisted his torso to pick up the mug and stretched out his back. Once he'd taken his first sip he ruffled my hair and said deeply 'good boy'. My mouth was full but my heart glowed with pride at my pleasing him, little things like that made me love him all the more.
Then as usual we showered together, taking the time clean every crevice of one another's bodies, he would slap my ass as the water came over us and I would worship every bubble I made on his tight tanned skin. The best part was when we were done I dry him off readying him for anything.
Sometimes he puts my butt plug in before we go about our days activities. Today he decided I needed it so he worked it into the asshole he now determined was his own. The tension created by the stretch in my rear was a reminder of my weaknesses that lead to me being taken by him and used as a slave. To the outside world we just looked like a regular couple, but the shame I felt in being demeaned so flagrantly was indescribable. Being fucked in the arse everyday was the only way I could escape the shame I felt at surrendering my masculinity.
As it was the weekend Daddie decided to take me on an outing. After he dressed - me watching on my knees in the corner - I was informed that today we would be going on a hike. Quivering naked except for my plug, all I could do was nod. He lounged on the bed and ordered me to dress instructing me on what to wear, this made me feel so small and insignificant in comparison as I scurried to fulfil his wishes.